• Sometimes I Don’t Believe In Love, But I Remember You

    by  • February 15, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, Acceptance • 0 Comments

    I am truly sorry for the way I am. Crazy, intense, passionate one moment, then distant and detached. I could never help it.
    You made me who I am today. I love who I am, but I hate that YOU helped me. I gave you everything I could, but apparently it wasn’t enough for you. You had to focus on “schoolwork”, but what about me when I was across the country at college and we made it work. Or tried. I stayed loyal when you couldn’t. Then you dated some guy a week after you tore my heart right out of my chest. I’m just a guy in pain, still in pain over two years later.
    Yet, I remember how much in love I was. I feel like it doesn’t exist, just a false feeling, just like your words. But the feeling was just so real. I hate having emotions sometimes. I loved you inordinately.
    Anyway, I am doing great. Absolutely fantastic! I got the job I’ve longed for, made plans to go back to school, I haven’t had a girlfriend since you, but that’s okay, because I’m not ready. I hope you’re doing good, because what I always wanted for you.

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